Junior Stinkman visits on a rainy Wednesday night

Tonight’s visitor: one damp but undeterred young skunk. Rain on and off through the evening, soft enough to make the air smell green and sharp, heavy enough to leave the ground shining.

A young skunk padded through tonight, bold stripes gleaming even under the steady patter of rain. The drops didn’t seem to trouble it much – fur beaded with water, whiskers twitching, nose low to the ground, tracing invisible paths only it could read. I half expected the wet air to carry a sharper note, but this visitor was all calm investigation, not alarm.

There’s a particular joy in these quiet encounters, where the wild simply goes about its business in our shared spaces. A reminder that even the smallest creatures have their routes and rituals, and sometimes we’re allowed a glimpse.

The rain tapped on leaves, roof, and earth in rhythm while the skunk moved unhurried, a little flash of black and white against the dusk. I watched until it melted into the shadows, tail swaying like a feathered brushstroke.

A brief visitation, a sign that life carries on through drizzle and nightfall alike. Tonight, I’ll count myself lucky to have been a still point while the young traveler passed through.

Mood: Gentle curiosity.
Weather: Drizzle tapering into mist.
Fortune: Striped paths cross yours-be mindful, tread soft, and you’ll leave the night unsoured.